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starlitskies13 · 8 months

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It's the stars that give me hope.. It's their formations, I see their gleaming beauty, shimmering like diamonds under a flashlight..

I need words, I need confirmation, I need consistency that says you want me too.. love languages were made to guide you, but if I cannot love you in your ways, and you cannot love me in mine, then what exactly is this love that you speak of, dream of, believe in, if it doesn't feel like a love at all..?

#what is love #counting stars #writing #countingstars13 #under the moon #hazel grace #love by the moon #writing under the influence #button poetry #poet #books #love language #love langauges #moonlit #starlit skies

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sofiadragon · 6 months

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Once again I have taken cough medicine, written thousands upon thousands of words, and must sort out the blathering nonsense from anything remotely interesting.

Two weeks sick at home and this house is full of introverts who are climbing the walls to try and get away from each other.

#my writing #sick #writing under the influence

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flyforever · 10 months

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Imagine quickly how hard I fell

out of love with myself

Writhing against the binds of my body

Destroying my own health

While I tried to please you

by making myself less

once, twice, again and again

Until my own pain was a concept

As I thought about how you all fought through yours

I could not be less

I could not save myself

I will always remember finishing five burpees and a tackling drill with a broken elbow

After I heard the pop of what I thought was a sprained wrist

just so I could live outside your criticism

away from cruel words

that hurt me worse than my own broken body

#poetry #writing #kaityspoetry #kaity'spoetry #this is my life kiddos #gracias #et merci #writing under the influence #writingundertheinfluence #kaitys poetry

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vavandeveresfan · 1 year

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Been awake since 3 AM.

Tomorrow I’m probably going to regret today’s coffee-fueled writing.

#writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #insomnia #writing under the influence #of caffeine #I am so wired and so very tired #WIP #novel writing

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inkskinned · 2 years

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will it ever be enough? when someone loves you, you feel something curl inside of you, sour and whiplike, angry at being unheard. they don't really love you, they love this facsimile you have ensconced in your rabbit body. they will chop up the bits of you looking for luck and never find the good soul you promise - their love slides off. you're viscera; you have spent a lifetime promising the blood is art.

oh but when someone hates you - well, they're right to. and you'd trip over your little grassknot legs for them. begging them to reconsider. you feel it all knifeedge, spinepoint straight through you. they're the ones who see the real you, after all; and if they can love you, you might finally feel worth something.

but if they do love you in the end, after all of that, after your heart like a fawn opens to gutter under them - you've fooled them, and it isn't worth anything anymore. they've just gone and fallen for it. the love slides right off.

once, you heard a line in a musical about being abandoned. you laughed at the time, unnerved. your voice a keen; too shaky to be candid.

will it ever be enough. will the love ever diffuse through your skin and sink into your marrow. are you even capable of feeling that - of feeling cared for - or are you still waiting, even right now, for the hunter to draw the bow and arrow. if you trust that love, even once, and are wrong, you know exactly what will happen.

and somehow you know - you'll never be able to fix that, once it's been broken.

#spilled ink #warm up #...............#...#okay to be honest #i had half a gummy and couldn't sleep #and i was like. how is it possible #i've never tried writing under the influence #psa: im 29 and in MA it's legal #i mostly take them to sleep so i haven't had the brainwave of like.#''....... other artists probably get high ...."#im too busy being like .#okay so if i take meticulous notes on the effects of each carefully measured portion i take per diem #i might be able to find the optimal amount for sleeping #if i'm held at a 45 degree angle and ive worked out for more than 30 minutes and ive walked a lot #and all of my work is done and my floor is clean and ive had a shower AND i have been able to find the right rain playlist #THEN i can sleep for a total of 7 hours #(i usually get 4. i know. trust me when i say I KNOW)

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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Oh sugar, sugar, I love you

The way their relationship is outed, it’s all because he’s a light weight and overly affectionate.

All it takes is a few hits and he’s feeling floaty and content, comfortable leaning against the couch. He’s on the floor, Eddie and Robin taking over the couch behind him and Nancy sitting in the recliner across from them.

They’re taking the night off together. It’s been a few months since Spring Break and they’re all finally physically healed and healthy. Their whole group is taking the rest of the year off from all the things. The older ones, staying in town a little while longer before going back to normal. Right now, Eddie brought a few joints and a promise for relaxation. Steve and Robin set up the location (Steve’s house) while Nancy got the snacks and drinks.

It’s a Friday night, no need for rides or work for any of them tomorrow.

Steve’s feeling the high coming on and sighs, and he holds up his hand towards Robin before putting his head back up against Eddie’s thigh, “this was a great idea, babe”

It makes Eddie chuckle, brushing Steve’s hair and patting the top “you’re such a lightweight”

He just let out a hum while closing his eyes, enjoying the head massage and the sounds of his best friends softly talking. He’s relaxed enough at this point that his brain is shutting down and his simple hum turns into humming and before anyone in the room realizes, he’s softly singing ‘Sugar, Sugar’ even though they don’t have any music currently playing.

Eddie notices first, especially since Steve’s head is against his thigh. His focus completely on Steve, doesn’t notice the girls looking at them in giggling confusion. They all hear him sing out, “Oh, sugar, sugar. You are my candy boy, and you got me wanting you”

It’s adorable, it makes all of them smile seeing the blessed, relaxed and happy Steve. Between all three of them, they haven’t seen it in a long time. Steve doesn’t notice all eyes are on him, he just continues to softly sing along to the music in his head, getting to his favorite part. Getting a little louder and opens his eyes to look up at Eddie, “I just can’t believe, the loveliness of loving you. I just can’t believe it’s true, I just can’t believe. The wonder of this feeling, too. I just can’t believe it’s true.”

It’s so cheesy, but it makes Eddie melt. He’s all too aware of the other eyes on them, so he doesn’t automatically lean down to steal a kiss.

That doesn’t register in Steve’s mind. He pouts before pushing himself up and crowds in close to Eddie, sitting on his lap and wrapping his arms around him. Kissing him softly before sighing and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder, softly says “oh, honey, I love you”

The girls are staring at them with their jaws on the floor and wide eyes, even under the buzz of their highs.

Eddie ignores them in favor of looking at Steve. Wrapping his arms around him, shifting just enough to be comfortable and able to properly cuddle his boyfriend close. He listens as Steve falls asleep against him and he relaxes, breathing a sigh before closing his own eyes.

It’s not the best spot to sleep, should probably move and head to Steve’s room. But Steve’s already asleep and the most relaxed he’s been in years, he’ll deal with a little back pain and his legs going numb.

He falls asleep soon after, holding Steve close.

The Next Morning

Robin is determined to figure out if what she vaguely remembers what happened last night, is true. She can’t exactly believe it yet, since she was sharing a joint with Steve. But she also doesn’t think she’s that creative enough to dream up Steve singing decently well while high out of his mind and not just singing but singing to Eddie.

She steals some of Steve’s clothes and after a quick shower, she’s refreshed and on a mission. Meets Nancy in the hallway, she stayed in the guest room while Robin took up soulmate status and stole Steve’s bed for the night.

They make their way downstairs, enjoying the quiet sounds from the birds waking up. A plan set in their minds to either find the boys asleep together or apart. Robin’s hoping to see Steve still wrapping in Eddie’s arms just so she can poke fun at her soulmate when they’re alone. Nancy’s wondering how it happened, when it happened.

If it is true, or if this is Steve’s way of making it real.

Despite leaving the boys asleep on the couch last night, they’re still a little surprised to find them exactly the same. Or actually, now Eddie has Steve trapped between him and the couch. Their legs are a tangled mess under the blanket Robin threw on them the night before. Eddie has his arms wrapped around Steve, hugging him close. And one of Steve’s arms is wrapped around Eddie while the other is trapped between them.

It’s soft and precise. Maybe a little uncomfortable, too.

Robin pulls Nancy back from walking closer, “let’s give them another hour?” She whispers and looks at how relaxed Steve looks, “we can grill them later, let’s go get breakfast?”

With one last look at the boys, they pull shoes on before leaving quietly. A silent promise to bring back food. They end up grabbing an easy breakfast from the diner, eats in there in a comfortable silence with some comments here and there. It’s not until they’re waiting for the food they ordered for the boys when they get back on the topic.

“I know he can be cheesy, he’s a romantic at heart. But that was a little too sweet” Nancy says with a shake of her head, “although maybe Eddie likes that”

Robin snorts, “yeah he doesn’t come across as someone into cheesy dorks.”

The food in to-go boxes and some coffee for all of them, they’re on the way back to Steve’s. It’s nice, the town isn’t fully up for the day. There’s only a few people out for morning runs and walking the pets, nearly no cars on the streets yet.

A quick drive later and they’re walking back inside and can hear some quiet talking. Robin quickly makes her way into the living room and finds Steve and Eddie still on the couch but now they’ve switched positions. Steve’s the one sitting on the couch, Eddie’s the one in his lap with his head against Steve’s shoulder.

It’s so domestic and adorable.

Robin kinda hates it, just because she doesn’t want to share her soulmate. But if this is love, she guesses she’ll deal. At least it’s Eddie and he knows how codependent she and Steve are.

“We got breakfast for you,” she speaks up and enjoys how they jump apart, “And I have so many questions”

She has a front row seat to the blushes that blooms on both their faces, she points to the kitchen before making her way to join Nancy. Hears a panicked whisper from Eddie and a just as freaked one back from Steve, shaking her head she says loudly, “Come on, Dinguses, we have so much to discuss right now. Stop panicking and eat your breakfast”

It’s quiet at first once they all sit at the table. The boys are sitting next to each other, she can tell Steve has a hand on Eddie’s thigh. She sips at her coffee and shares a glance with Nancy and then looks at Steve, her soulmate that kept this a secret.

His face must be burning from how red he is and she only likes it because he can get her red in the face with just a few lame jokes. Eddie’s blush is still there but not as deep as Steve’s.

“So, Steven, Edward. Do you have anything to tell us?” She props her head in her hands glancing between the two of them, out of the corner of her eye she sees Nancy sip at her drink. “Also just so you know I have a vague memory of last night.”

Steve’s eyes widen and he drops his fork, “what did I do?”

She snorts, “well, besides sing a cheesy love song without music? You climbed into Eddie’s lap and kissed him. Right in front of us”

Steve’s eyes widen and then slowly sinks down his chair, hiding his face in his hands, “oh my god. I can’t- i shouldn’t get high”

“Dingus, no! That’s- it’s not that embarrassing. It’s just us, yeah? I’m just- we’re just surprised is all” She frowns, sharing a look with Nancy before getting up and standing next to him, “Stevie, I’m you’re platonic soulmate, right?”

He nods, face still covered and she doesn’t bother moving them.

“Then you shouldn’t be embarrassed with me. If anything, we’re embarrassing together. Okay?”

“Embarrassing platonic soulmates for life” he mumbles out and peeks between his fingers, she smiles and nods “sorry Robbie”

Shaking her head, she pulls his hands away to look at his face. He’s still red but there’s at least a he’s smiling now. Squeezing his hands before letting go and sits on the table instead of her seat. Looking at Eddie, “So, my soulmate?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and it brings her joy.

“Robbie, don’t be possessive right now! We- we’ve been dating for a while now” Steve admits and gets her attention back on him, “I- I wasn’t sure if we’d last. So, I- we- uh,” he looks away from her and she can tell that he’s also avoiding looking towards Nancy.

Eddie pulls Steve’s hand away and tangles their fingers together, “we wanted to be sure, we were going to tell you and everyone else.”

She easily accepts it and knows that when they decide to have Soulmate Night, Steve will tell her more or more like she’ll have to pry it out of him. For now, she’ll tease and poke fun at the two of them. She doesn’t know where Nancy’s head is at, but the other girl is smiling and promises not to spill to anyone else. They continue to eat and enjoy being together before going on with the day.

It’s only a week later that she sees another Dingus singing performance. It’s the same song, and he’s high again. But this time it’s in Gareth’s garage.

Robin loves the Corroded Coffin boys, they’re all dorks and can be a lot but overall they’re so sweet.

She takes a hit of the joint and looks around for Steve. A smile breaks out on her face when she sees her soulmate leaning against Eddie as they sway-dance while talking with Jeff, she goes to take another hit before walking over. “We’re listening to Dio right now and you’re slow dancing”

Jeff snorts but the couple continues on, she sees that Steve’s has his eyes closed. “They’re a lot, yeah?”

She nods, biting back a comment on the cheesiness. Instead she watches them sway, it’s honestly a weird picture. Eddie’s dressed in his usual black jeans and a dio shirt, his jacket and vest are thrown on a chair. Steve’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a baby blue sweater. Both their faces have blushes.

“Can you believe these two?” She looks over and finds Gareth standing beside her, “they’re sickening, I swear”

She rolls her eyes but smiles, “I’d say cheesy, actually”

Before anyone else could reply back, they all watch as Steve tries to stand still but sways closer to Eddie, a smile playing at his lips. Even with the music currently playing is Metallica, she can just barely hear a hum start out of Steve, sees Eddie let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

It’s like the universe decided they needed to hear Steve sing. They hear the beginnings of Sugar, Sugar. It’s cheesy and lame, but the look on their faces is worth it.

“Oh honey, honey, sugar, sugar… you are my candy boy.” Steve sings the last bit and pulls Eddie close to press their lips together, after a minute, they rest their foreheads together.

It’s only because of the music stopping that she manages to hear them whisper “honey, I love you” to each other. The whole thing makes her heart melt and want to punch them for making her a hopeless romantic.

So she doesn’t say anything but she sees the others all shake their heads with smiles, Gareth’s the one that catches her eye.

“They’re too much, yeah?”

Shaking her head, she smiles and glances back at the couple now just hugging. Eddie’s rocking side to side with Steve tucked into him, his head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, it’s adorable. “Maybe, but I’m happy that they’re happy, ya know?”

Idk how else to end this without typing up even more words. Sooo we’re ending it there and tbh this was basically me rambling with enjoying the high I’m currently getting from an edible ✌️

I’m a fucking sucker for steddie secret relationship and silly reveals. And also a high Steve is what I’d imagine is a clingy and affectionate lightweight. So I had to include that. But also then I decided he absolutely had to sing Sugar, Sugar.

Anyway I’m rambling again. Pls ignore any typos or weird phrasing, I was high while I wrote a good chunk of this 🫡

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things fic #nburkhardt writes #relationship reveal but SILLY #ngl I was high while writing this #pls excuse alll the rambling #like honestly apparently I can spell decently while under the influence but sober?? NAH

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sunnynwanda · 5 months

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The Lab Night: Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: suggestive themes, language, the aftermath of spending a night with the enemy (should this even be a warning? idk).

The morning comes too soon, as does the flood of recollections and, subsequently, crippling panic. What have they done?

Hero lies there contemplating until the distant sound of a helicopter reaches their ears, forcing their eyes open. They sit up, frantic, as they pry Villain's arm off them and search for their clothes. They get dressed in a matter of seconds - army skills still intact despite their discipline obviously lacking. They take a moment to compose themselves, running a hand through their hair as if any amount of time could fix their stuttering heart, then shake Villain awake.

"They're here," their voice is quiet, but Villain still flinches away, grumbling something incomprehensive. "Come on, you don't want to be naked when they barge in."

That about gets Villain moving. They sit up with a whine, catching their pants that Hero throws at them.

"I prefer waking up to a kiss on a temple," they comment, pulling their jacket on. Hero watches them with a deadpan expression. Villain can't help the smirk that forms on their face. "Or anywhere else, really. For future reference."

"Fuck off." Despite their best effort to look unamused, Hero's eyes widen ever so slightly. They turn around to mask their perplexity, busying their hands with a stack of journals they have no intention of studying. Someone at the base can go through them, but there's no way it'll be Hero. They are more than done with science.

Villain barks out a laugh, securing their weapons in place and zipping their fingerless gloves. "Uh-huh. Or what, you'll leave me here?"

"Perhaps I should." Hero approaches the door, listening for any footsteps getting close so they can signal their location. "Lucky for you, those chemicals have calmed."

They gesture towards the table where the chemicals are. Half of the bulbs are smashed, dark pink liquid coating the surface of the table and the floor. They must have pushed those to the side when they placed Hero on the table for better access to their neck and... well, all of them.

"Lucky for you, I don't need chemicals to pound your brains out," Villain retorts. They watch their nemesis freeze and turn their gaze away with a barely contained sigh of disappointment.

Hero doesn't have to see their smug smile to recognise it. They inhale sharply. "Shut up!"

"Or what?" Their chuckle boils Hero's blood for several reasons, many of which they have no intention of revealing. Villain's grin is too broad to be sincere when they turn around to face them.

"Do you have to be a pain in my arse all the time?" Hero questions, rubbing their eyebrows. They are embarrassed, confused and absolutely not ready to discuss last night.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you," Villain senses their discomfort, changing their tactics. They need to talk about it whether Hero likes it or not.

"Well, don't!" Hero snaps, and Villain is somewhat thankful for a reaction. "I feel bad as is."

"Why?" The question catches them off guard, causing a new wave of panic to wash over them. Noticing the way their hands shake, Villain tries calling to reason. "We had no control over it, Hero. But we wanted it. Both of us, for what it's worth."

"I know," It's barely a whisper. "I never said I did not."

They can hear the footsteps of the troops searching the facility, looking for them. Villain prays for a delay. "Then why do you feel so bad?"

"Because I fucking begged you!" Hero's voice cracks. They look away, covering their mouth with a trembling hand, with the other resting on their chest to suppress its contractions. They expect Villain to mock them and say something along the lines of 'I warned you'.

They do not, instead choosing to come closer and pull Hero's hands towards them, holding them in their own. They rest their other hand on Hero's cheek, prompting them to meet their eyes. Villain hates the look of anguish they discover in the depths of them.

"You have no idea how I craved you. I would have thrown myself at you the moment that damn door shut behind your back." Hero shakes their head, not believing a word. "I would have, Hero. Had I not known that you'd be so fucking set on regretting it just like you are now."

Hero's skin is aflame under their touch when Villain pulls away, searching their face before catching their gaze again. The time is ticking, the exfil team is minutes away from discovering them, and they've got to make it quick.

"So please, do not think you made me do anything I wasn't desperate for before we even entered this room." The confession comes easier than Villain expected. They shake their head, baffled at their own feelings and take a step back when they hear voices at the end of the corridor leading to their lab. "You're the only one that regrets it."

"I don't..." Hero's voice is muffled by repeated bangs against the door. Villain looks at them, puzzled, so they move closer, wrapping their arms around Villain's neck and pressing a kiss against their temple. "I don't regret it."

Villain pulls them into a hug, turning their bodies around and covering Hero's head with their upper body as the exfil team detonates the door.

It's been an incredibly long night. Yet the morning felt infinitely longer.

Part 1 Part 2

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Tag: @thiefofthecrowns As promised :D Sorry for the delay, hope you like it.

P.S. Just wanted to let you know that I've seen your requests and will be getting to them gradually. Thanks for sending them in!

Love,

Sunny

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sassyminnesotan · 1 year

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Any pre-smartphone futuristic media that predicted people having little personal pocket computer devices got thing wrong: not one of them predicted how easy it to loose track of that fucking thing. It’s like the unholy combination of loosing your keys and loosing your writing utensil: you JUST had it a second ago, you carry it all the time, you can’t remember where you set it down, apparently you didn’t put it in your pocket this time, where the FUCK could it have possibly gone

#in which i say things #someone ask me where i'm writing this post from #don't blog under the influence #everyone should have me on their fantasy blunt rotation

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ashenburst · 4 months

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A Not So Brief Analysis Of Dracule Mihawk

Wondering if Mihawk's distrust of others correlates with the fact he is basically a one-man crew. Wondering just how self-reliable he must've become in order to be self-sufficient. Wondering what is the cause behind it all.

I wonder if, similarly, he has trouble being vulnerable around others. There is an undeniably stoic attribute to his character, but there is a common pitfall practitioners of stoicism (or those who lean towards it) are susceptible to: emotional disregard under the guise of control of emotions, or even worse, reprimanding empathy.

Therefore, could it be the case Mihawk is emotionally detached? It would be easy to draw such a conclusion with what little we’ve been shown of him. While an individualist, he accepts those who come to/at him (Zoro and Perona), and he reaches out to others (Shanks); it might be true that he’d lost interest in Shanks after his injury, but he still committed the sweet act of showing him Luffy’s bounty and apologizing to him upon testing Luffy. There’s also the moment where he tells Perona to take care, upon her departure. So, while aloof, Mihawk is not reserved to the point of stoic cold. He wouldn’t sacrifice company in order to be alone (even if in the case of his pact with Crocodile, there was an utilitarian aspect to the choice; in keeping Perona and Zoro, and in visiting Shanks, there was none other than being nice). One could attribute these acts to an emotional attachment because it does take a drive to complete these very active feats. For Shanks, it could be respect, too. I don’t believe the detached attitude Mihawk possesses would let him take care of those two for two years, especially since he values peace so much; something had to override this desire for peace. I say, the reason could be empathetic in its roots.

Perhaps his self-reliance is misread as distrust? To distrust someone would imply that one is uncertain of their motivations/actions. Mihawk, as someone with Observation Haki, someone who views his enemies with curiosity, who allies himself with whoever is willing to offer him the most peaceful residence… would he be so distrusting? In the little glimpses of his internal monologue we get, there is no distrust and no hesitation. In general, he is confident in his judgement.

But on a more personal level, does he fear his more delicate feelings would be betrayed, if shown too much? There is a possibility for that. We haven’t seen him in such state, as he does rely on himself only. Perhaps Crocodile knows of it. On the flipside, this would imply that Mihawk has a deep, unburied emotional core, one he nurtures and protects – and perhaps one that was taken advantage of. Observation Haki can’t save him from heartbreak, can it? It can sense the emotions of others. It can’t predict his own.

In either case, there very likely is a softer core to the world’s strongest swordsman. Establishing that he isn’t emotionally exempt, but knowing that there’s still a strong individualist quality to him, I wish to look at more of Mihawk’s internal processing.

For an arguably isolated character, he isn't close-minded at all. He possesses curiosity towards his foes; he asks, and he indulges, and he encourages. Think of the entirety of his fight with Zoro.

Then, later on, he is more than anything amused at Zoro’s request. But he obliges. Have the rare panel where he laughs.

When he assesses the strengths of his opponents, he doesn’t do so with any negativity in his mind. Oddly, he goes great lengths to assess them (thinking of his encounter with Luffy). Imagine, it was worth disturbing his peace! Linked here are several reasons why he might’ve done so.

One thing all of these cases have in common is ease. One could argue that it stems from absolute confidence that he is unbeatable, therefore he acts out of boredom, but then again… he trains Zoro because he recognizes valiant traits in him, not because he has nothing better to do. While, yes, there might be some boredom in his life...

Could boredom be Mihawk’s internal motivator? Can we classify his actions as so random/pointless that they serve a sort of entertainment to his otherwise dull living? Personally, I don’t gravitate towards that take. He actively works to preserve his ‘boring’ way of life. For a man so unimpressed, he isn’t trying to change himself at all – nor his routine, not much – in order to appease any need for excitement. The only time he expresses he feels excitement is when trouble heads his way. He does not seek it. Therefore, I presume he is content with the way things are. Quiet.

How does one pinpoint and rationalize these very complex stances? It could be summarized as the opposite of what Mihawk told Zoro.

Could it be that the world’s strongest swordsman became one for he hasn’t developed himself merely in swordsmanship, but in wisdom of living as well? For his domain extends beyond the puddle. There’s an excellent post on Reddit that details the reference this entire phrase comes from, related to Zen.

In addition, I like that during training, Mihawk hasn’t pushed any ideologies or mantras on Zoro, beyond that of basic swordsmanship honor and shame. As far as we know, of course, but I argue such a lesson would be explicitly stated due to its importance. Anyway, these two do not have that moment. Mihawk gets closest to it with his ‘frog’ comment.

It could be assumed that, in not pushing any creed on Zoro (but that to expand his views), Mihawk is leaving room for Zoro to know himself beyond swordsmanship, while also respecting his dream.

Taking into account this ideological emptiness, the ‘frog’ comment, and Mihawk’s general disposition: confidence, ease, peace, I argue that they all stem from the fact Mihawk has found his place in life and has achieved his dream, doing it his way. Now, his current goal of sorts is to be outbested in terms of swordsmanship, a goal he is willing to help Zoro with.

And there is such honor and beauty to it! To sacrifice the goal of his life to help another person achieve theirs. Just how much at peace with themself would one have to be, to be able to give away so much of themself? It's mindblowing. Being able to dynamically balance so many internal and external factors (achieving a dream certainly isn't enough to teach or in any way emulate that; it takes vast wisdom to do so) to finally reach that stage of contentment: to let another have it, at the cost of your own, on a basis entirely factual and wholly fulfilling. It's once again reminiscent of stoicism, and its postulate that a life well-lived is one lived in accordance to nature. One lived in moderation. Now, Mihawk doesn't seem to be very emotionally expressive, does he?

In the aggressive tug-of-war that is the One Piece world, he remains steady, firm on his feet. He knows where he stands, and he’s where he wants to be.

Deeply in tune with himself like that, it could be interpreted that Mihawk has reached a state akin to ataraxia (Greek, meaning freedom of trouble or anxiety; tranquility of mind dependent on the mind), a viable path to one’s happiness as regarded in stoicism. Related, I find it very enjoyable that he is a character who has achieved his dream. Because one must ask: what comes after the dream is achieved? For Mihawk, there is simple contentment. Nothing ‘great’ after he’s reached his grand dream. Farming, napping, cooking, drinking wine, reading? How humble! Not much to indulge in, but he is fulfilled.

And so, his trail continues, he is aware of that, but he doesn’t chase happiness down it. And even if it gets rough and he has to deviate a little, he is on the right path. He knows it, and feels it. That's all that matters.

As Seneca said, “It is not that virtue is chosen because it pleases, but that, if chosen, it also pleases.” Mihawk delved into the wisdom of living, then chose his spot back in his own puddle, still occasionally gazing beyond it.

How exactly did Mihawk come to this mindset? Now that is mental work I reckon he deserves rest from.

#I am not too confident because I’ve known him for little over a week now #I’m also under the influence of alcohol a tad #so excuse my possibly wrong takes #I simply needed to yell about this man…#if I get him right #and if I get Shanks right one day #maybe I’ll write mishanks someday HAHA #dracule mihawk #mihawk #one piece #op #one piece live action #opla #zoro #dracule mihawk analysis #mihawk analysis

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thevampiresblackrose · 2 years

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Pockets Full of Stones

The air feels heavy against my breath

Like a thousand thoughts crushing me to death

Can't figure out the when's or how's or why's

Always knew that chances die in goodbyes

Can't seem to get things right so far

Racing thoughts crashing faster than cars

How do I begin to heal from all these scathing scars?

And if without an ending the story is just paused

How does one heal from all the damage caused?

The swinging aura that's sometimes hot and cold

and new mistakes that seem just like the old

For me to grow I've much to make up and atone

But my heart's still drowning with pockets full of stones

--Sin The Black 🌹 Rose

#sintheblackrose #poetry #poem #poeticwhispers #poeticstories #writerscreed #writingundertheinfluence #writingthestorm #my poetry #bipolar #mental health #writing under the influence #wuti #poetwhispers #poemsociety #poetryportal #twcpoetry

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starlitskies13 · 1 year

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What Is Love: A Monologue

Love. An oxymoron in itself. Trusting another person to care for you, but not trusting them enough to care for you fully. Give too much to one person and allow then to break your world like a shattered glass from a 10 story building, or don't give enough and allow the one person who meant everything in this world to you, feel like they don't mean anything and it drives them away.

Love, an oxymoron in itself. The courageous effort to give yourself emotionally to somebody, and trust them not to turn you into a somebody who no longer values kr believes in love. Or the cowardice effort to allow somebody to love you without the intent of fully reciprocating love back, not giving that person their fair chance at love with you because somebody else before them made the journey and experiences of love so difficult for you.

Love.. an oxymoron in itself.. in its true form, it is selfless, honorable, proud, stubborn and extremely patient, despite frustrations, false efforts, negative assumptions, or lack of communication..

I'm not perfect, and I won't ever claim to be.. but I do deserve love, same as you.. I deserve less frustration, more patience.. I deserve best efforts, words of affection and affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time and physical touch.. as do you.. WE deserve this.. if love ever gets to a point where it becomes you vs me, we should be trying to outscore each other, we should be striving to win the game with each other, we should be trying to make the MLB, the NFL or the NBA All-Star teams through our actions.

Love; an oxymoron in itself. The love, happiness, giddiness, cloud 9, special feeling that turns to pain, frustration, grief, and sadness. An emotional roller coaster if not done properly or careful. While there are many books about "the right way to love" you can never please somebody completely, or so it seems..

..but love is an oxymoron in itself.. do we deserve to fall apart because of our past and insecurities? Or do we owe it to ourselves to prove that love doesn't have to be an oxymoron at all..? I believe in love.. I believe in me.. I believe in you.. but most importantly, I believe in OUR love..

#hazel grace #counting stars #writing #countingstars13 #under the moon #writers of tumblr #button poetry #poet #writing under the influence #for you #love me the way i love you #oxymoron #love #love by the moon #lovers #i love you

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weepylucifer · 1 year

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Maybe Harry has to, at some point in the future, do some BIG HEROIC THING that saves the day and that's what "you can keep me on this earth" meant. But what if it's more like, Harry's destiny is actually to do many small things that nudge other people into position to save the day

There was a post a little while back about how it's not satisfying, as a player, to arrest the murderer or to rejoin the precinct, and how actually the most satisfying parts of de are the moments when Harry gets to help people in the community (and i find it notable, also, how none of these moments are connected to police work, they're all side tasks, Harry choosing to take a moment to be a person first and a cop later). I think that's exactly the significance of Harry! He can help the ravers set up their club (and potentially set them up to combat the pale!!!), he can choose not to arrest Klaasje and Ruby, he can talk the student commies into going outside and reorganizing their group into something with real potential, he can get the Hardie boys to take their status as self-proclaimed peacekeepers seriously and take care of the vulnerable people in their neighborhood, and most notably, he can give the harbor to the union. The fact that all these things may have ripple effects that Harry never planned for is actually exactly what i'm talking about here. What if that is his special destiny, the reason why La Revacholiére favors him: his ability to encourage, to get the ball rolling on big things that will eventually snowball into keeping Revachol on this earth. and doing it all entirely by accident lmao

#and he also influences kim! which is the equivalent of cocking and loading a weapon that no one knows what it does #posts by me #more of my disco elysium impressions #(i'm fully showing my ass here re: whom i actually want doing the revolution)#WHY is my keyboard stuck in so many places!!!! how is one to write anything under these circumstances

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meownotgood · 2 months

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aaauuuggg this elf prince aki x witch reader fic has consumed my brain hole... I've written almost 10k words already and in only a couple of days... the words are flowing

#it's such a good feeling #finishing under the influence filled me with writing energy bahaha #and I just have so many thoughts about this #perhaps.... too many....#I'm so aware this concept appeals basically only to me but that means it's so fun and freeing to write

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